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Donna Baker

Monday, September 16, 2013

Collections

I guess it's time for me to bend over and show my backside and a few of the many things I've been keeping tucked away. I'm not proud of it and I'm really not a hoarder. Really. These are all leftovers from my days of selling antiques; stuff too nice to donate to Goodwill or sell in a garage sale (the cheapest people I have ever met in my life). So, it sits in my garages and barns. My houses are full too, though I really don't do any primitives in my houses. I just like them, though my collections run the gamut from sterling silver to folk art and fine art. This beautiful bowl is about 14" across the top. Someone said they made them in graduated sizes that fit inside each other.

And who needs an old egg crate?

I keep old canning jars and milk bottles in this cabinet.

I have two of these - tall and shorter. I don't know what people do with these, but I like old windows. It also has a large carved thingy with a finial that goes above doors (pediment).

This was on the counter of an old general store. Mud daubers and spiders live in it now.

This hanging kitchen cabinet is photographed upside down, but you get the gist.

The top half of an old stepback hutch; the first primitive I ever bought. It weighs a ton.

Well, there you have it. I'd love to have an estate sale, but since I live so far from everyone, I don't think I'd get many takers. It is overwhelming. My kids don't want any of it - they either don't have room or it's not their taste. They have told me to please don't leave all this for them to have to do something with. I think I need to catalog everything. I don't want them selling my Native American collection of totem poles for $10. when one of them is worth over a thousand (and I bought it for $10.00). I wish I'd never bought all this stuff, but it sure was fun looking for it - kind of like hunting for Easter eggs.

3 comments:

Donna: I would contact some of the local estate sale companies and ask them if they think they could get people to attend a sale at your place. I'm on the e-mail list for several companies and they do have some pretty far flung sales.

While you determine how to dispose of your collections, cataloging would be an important activity.

It would be nice to see these items move on to other people who will love and appreciate them. That's what I hope for the items I own. Move on to someone else who will love and use you when I no longer can!

I have one of my mom's Moorcroft pansy vases..and another beautiful large vase in the kitchen:) I emailed my girls about 2 months ago..(and they live close) w/ ap. prices..that I found on the net.. so that they don't sell them on Craigslist or Facebook for $10.00I LOVE them because I grew up looking at them..and I know how fond my mother was of them..Lots of little things..But I know my girls taste are much more sleek than mine..and cannot see a pansy vase,,in their immediate future..so I just want them to know the value..not my dear personal love value.. but the $.Well your bowl is gorgeous:)The window..often people add the to an interior wall of their home..?Here we added a stained glass window in one wall..It was dear to me..An old thing from my first days as a young woman going to an auction..or a flea market.Those cubby holes..I see so many things there:)They are all lovely.

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We left Houston in 1983 and headed for the foothills of the Ozarks. Overnight, long lines, noise, pollution and intolerably slow and congested traffic gave way to quiet and solitude. I say this first because I've never lived in a quiet place before. Because of the aforementioned quiet, I can now identify many birds by their calls. Some bugs too. Did you know rabbits squeak and mice sing? At times, the wind blows through the tree branches causing them to rub together in nature's own cello concerto.
That summer in 1983, we built our house on a hill, in a clearing wreathed by oak, elm and hickory trees. If you walk out to the field, past the goldenrod and switchgrass, you can see purple hills. On our Peaceable Hill Farm we became stewards of the land - land once given by politicians to the great people of the Choctaw Nation...
It seems like a lifetime since that summer. My three children have since left the nest. I've lost family and many beloved pets - had triumphs and tragedies as have we all, as have we all...

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A Refrain From A poem I Love

Stanley Kunitz is an American icon and poet. He was, among other things, an avid gardener into his 90's. When asked by an interviewer about his gardening style, he said, "Well, if I fail, I'll try something else." Then, he quoted the last quatrain of his poem "The Round." "Icanscarcelywaittilltomorrow,whenanewlifebeginsforme, as it does each day,/ as it doeseach day."